two three four
we’re gonna do a tune right now
about a story this old field worker
told out in south alabama
he said me and my woman
been working real hard
in this alabama bottom land earth
it’s all for the man
in the big white house
who living over yonder by the church
on a sunday morning
you can hear us singing
on a sunday morning
our voices ringing
everybody singin’
glory glory hallelujah
lord can’t you hear me
talking to ya
you know the only time
i ever heard that man pray
well he stood right up to the lord
and i could hear him say
he said lord my crops are dry
whoa i’m afraid they’re gonna die
lord you gotta please
gimme some water
but all i got in this whole world
is my black hands and white cotton
mobile lights they’re forgotten
glory glory hallelujah
lord can’t you hear me
talking to ya
a new day it’s dawning
the black night it turns morning
black hands they’re demanding
some respect and understanding
a white man black brother
they’re hand in hand one another
singing glory glory hallelujah
lord can’t you hear me
talking to ya
black hands and white cotton
mobile lights they’re forgotten
glory glory hallelujah
lord can’t you hear me
talking to ya
glory glory
glory glory glory now
lord can’t you hear me talking
right to ya now
glory glory hallelujah
glory glory hallelujah
oh lord got to hear me talking
oh lord can’t you hear this talking
glory glory
Artist: The Caboose
Year: 1970
Decade: 70s
Language: en
Word Count: 172